WITH OUR WRISTS AS A WALKWAY HUDDLED UNDER THE CREST HEAR THE WINCING: OUR WHISPERING WHILE WE BEAT ON OUR CHESTS WITH A TWIST OF MY TURNCOAT YELLING LONG LIVE SUCCESS HEAR THE CRUNCH AS I CARTWHEEL, IS THE MASTER IMPRESSED? PALMS SCRAPING UP A SLOPE I TIED THE ROPE PALM PRINTS LEFT ON THE ROAD I TIED THE ROPE WHEN PALM FRONDS I FAN THE THRONE AND TIE THE ROPE I TIE THE ROPE